Quotes About Indulgence

He had gone to parties for a year or two, and during those years had essayed the life of a young man about town, frequenting theatres and billiard-rooms, and doing a few things which he should have left undone, and leaving undone a few things which should not have been so left.

E ate so much that he became too fat to see to eat his vittels. 

Let's have another bottle of 'cham,' said Captain Clutterbuck, when their dinner was nearly over. 'Cham' is the only thing to screw one up when one is down a peg.

In life I've rung all changes through, Run every pleasure down, 'Midst each excess of folly too, And lived with half the town.

There are those who go to the theatre as they would go to a brothel

In jewels and brocades and a whirl of musk, Alice flounced triumphantly out of her chariot, her three little dogs frisking and barking after her. She raised her thickly painted face to the Duke.

Sex that accomplishes this kind of transfiguration is a drug. It is not an easy thing to deny yourself once you know exactly where to get it.

There was a corresponding orbit of moods this obligatory food preparation induced in my mother: no-nonsense competence, spunky pride, and seething resentment. From my mother, I learned that you can make your family feel a wonderful sense of protected indulgence by cooking them something with jolly care. I also learned that you can launch a powerful campaign of resistance by mincing garlic like a martyr.

I learned that you can make your family feel a wonderful sense of protected indulgence by cooking them something with jolly care.

The self-indulgent man craves for all pleasant things... and is led by his appetite to choose these at the cost of everything else.

The self-indulgent man, then, craves for all pleasant things or those that are most pleasant . . . Hence he is pained both when he fails to get them and when he is craving for them, for appetite involves pain.

Well … everything gets old after a while. I personally get a little sick of wrecking my liver at The Lion for the privilege of tricking with some guy whose lover is in L.A. for the weekend.

I have always preferred an occasional orgy to a nightly routine. What? Aunt Augusta said that. In Travels with My Aunt.

A half-hour conversation with Binky was like eating a Whitman Sampler in one sitting.

Americans are just beginning to regard food the way the French always have. Dinner is not what you do in the evening before something else. Dinner is the evening.

I could just eat you up. I'm here to be your popsicle. She laughed as she nibbled his neck. Did you really have that fantasy? He sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth as he cupped her head in his hands. Depends. Would it be a buzzkill or turn-on? Definitely makes me hot. Then I am a banana-cherry pop, baby. Lick me to your content. I am yours to play with.

I like a good beer buzz early in the morning.

Stuff yourself very full of kippers," Luke said. "Then it will be impossible to feel anything at all.

licked his lips like a cat about to get a taste of the Pesach goosefat.

When there's bread," says my mother, "don't hanker after sweets.

My friend Mendl and I once ate three haht dawgz apiece and could have polished off a few more if we had the cash …but that's not what I wanted to tell you.

Meanwhile, I'm having stomach trouble. It shouldn't happen to you but all that iced cream has done me no good.

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Such experiences can make us bewail how the Western world gives itself over annually to its Claus-mass or commerce-mass. We celebrate a reworked pagan Saturnalia of epic proportions, one in which the only connection with the incarnation is semantic. Santa is worshiped, not the Savior; pilgrims go to the stores with credit cards, not to the manger with gifts. It is the feast of indulgence, not of the incarnation.